Pot holes

 

Sweetie and her kitty.

Well, it finally happened, Sweetie is becoming close to her kitty. When I got it for her, she wasn't friendly towards it at all. She would hand him back to me, and made it clear that she didn't want anything to do with it. 

At one point I was ready to give it to a home for those who were living there. I didn't, I kept it and when we moved her into the hospital bed, I gave it another try. This time it worked. She now keeps it close to her and pets it now and then. In the meantime she holds it in her good arm. 

Saturday

It was a normal day. For me, it was the second day of changing her, and the first after the aid that came and bathed her. I have a better understanding on how to get the old off and the new on. It is quite the battle, for even if Sweetie understands that it has to be done, she really doesn't like it. I try to give her a dose of morphine before we even get near the attempt. My goal is that it is at full strength and will help with numbing the pain. 

I'm not the best at this, so now my goal is just to get the old off, and the new on to the point where it covers her and won't come off. I think each time I do this, it will get better as the days go one. 

I've rearranged some chairs and stepping stools, on of each on each side of the bed. I now read to her which is something that is new for both of us. She seems content with me shuddering through the reading. We have so many books in the house that we won't run out of reading material for a long, long time. 

She is still chipmunking her food. When I think she has swallowed, I will give her some more, and before I know it, there it is, pocketed in her cheek. I've found that if I can get her to drink some water, she will start to chew what is stored. Sometimes, it will take an hour for her to chew and swallow. 

She is starting to refuse water. I've got her using a straw for the water. Most of the time she will drink, then again, there are the times of closed lips, and nothing will pass. 

It is just another day on the Road to Dementia Town. Driver is doing His thing as He navigates the pot holes, and deep cracks in the asphalt as we go by. In between the bumps and swerves, we are still able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.